A few minutes later, An Moxue took out a candle, lit it, and placed it at the entrance of the cave. After a while, it was still burning perfectly. She extinguished the candle and put it away, then released the safety rope and slowly descended into the air before stopping.
After observing the surroundings again, he took out some firewood planks from his spatial storage and threw them at the walls. He would throw one plank, pause for a while, and then observe again. He repeated this process until he was sure there were no problems before descending to the ground using the rope.
The small, secret room was half-filled with boxes. An Moxue put all the boxes into her spatial storage, checked the surroundings, and found that one wall was empty. She took out a metal detector and scanned the area, but there was no reaction.
He put away the metal detector and carefully looked around. He found nothing on the walls or ceiling, but there was a layer of dust on the floor. A closed room shouldn't have dust.
She looked at the box she had just put into her space again. There was no dust on it, so the dust must be the problem. She cleaned the ground, piled up the dust, and carefully searched the ground with a powerful flashlight. Finally, she found something different in the lower left corner of the empty wall, which looked like a little fox.
I remembered the nursery rhyme my mother taught me when I was little: "Little fox, rocking back and forth, three circles to the left and four circles to the right, swaying its head and nodding its tail, going home, eating its food, eating until it becomes a little fatso. Little fatso, wants new clothes, red clothes, green clothes, white clothes, yellow clothes, and also wants that color-changing purple clothes."
She took out the little fox she wore around her neck and placed it on the wall, where it fit perfectly. Following the nursery rhyme, she circled it three times to the left and four times to the right, and the little fox popped out, revealing a tiny dot inside its tail. She picked up the little fox and put it back on her neck, pressing the dot. A muffled sound came from the wall in front of her, followed by the appearance of a stone door large enough for one person to enter. An Moxue went inside and found a small secret room filled with boxes. This time, the boxes were small and sealed with oilcloth. She didn't even look at them, storing them all in her spatial storage. After checking that there was nothing else, she left the secret room.
She closed the stone door, re-covered the floor of the secret chamber with ash, and An Moxue pulled herself up to the bottom of the cave using a safety rope. Then she found something to block up the other half with large pieces of wood from the space, and pulled herself up to the ground using a rope ladder.
She put away the rope ladder and steel pipe, and poured the soil from the bags in the space back into the pit one by one from back to front. When only the last bag was left, she stepped on it repeatedly before dumping it in. It was slightly too high, so she used a shovel to pat it down. Then she pushed down a wall next to the raised area, perfectly covering the pit. Then she turned and left.
After riding my bicycle at top speed for a distance from my ancestral home, I slowed down and relaxed. I felt tired, hungry, and thirsty.
I rode slowly, still incredibly excited, until I left the county town. On the way back to the village, I found a secluded spot to put away my bicycle, went into my spatial dimension, took out a piece of fruit candy, popped it into my mouth, and quickly took a shower.
She slowly applied skincare products and rested after leaving the bathroom, until she finally relaxed completely.
She went to the orchard and picked a basket full of oranges. She took them back to the kitchen, squeezed a large pot of orange juice, and then took a grilled fish from the pantry. She sat at the table and slowly ate the orange juice and grilled fish, one bite at a time. In no time, she had finished the three or four-pound grilled fish and the orange juice was gone. She let out a satisfied burp.
I went back to my bedroom and checked the time. It was already 2:30 a.m. I set an alarm for 4 a.m., planning to get up at 4 a.m. and head back.
Oh, just thinking about the several-hour journey gave An Moxue a headache. Why didn't she think of storing a car when she had stored so many supplies? She had stored a lot of gasoline and diesel, but she hadn't thought of a car at all. She must get a car when she gets the chance. She never wants to walk or drive on two wheels again. It's too tiring! She can't think about it. She can't think about it. It gives her a headache. She should go to sleep.
"Get up, get up, Master, get up, get up, get up, Master, get up!" An Moxue, with her eyes still closed, reached out and fiddled with the alarm clock, resignedly got up, dressed, packed her things, and hurried back to the village.
As I rode my bike, a wave of resentment washed over me. Ah! How did I manage to travel such a long distance last time?
I berated myself again, thinking how incredibly stupid I was. Why didn't I put a car in my social media space in the first place?
He thought of his ancestor again in his heart. It would have been better if he had appeared in his dream back then. What an unreliable ancestor.
In another time and space, our ancestors were sneezing for no apparent reason.
Despite her resentment, An Moxue pedaled her bike back into the village. She had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and ride back to the village.
It was already past 8 a.m. when she returned to the village; today was the last day of her leave.
Back home, I let the two little ones out of the space, then excitedly locked the door, closed it, and went back into the space in one smooth motion.
She felt she was getting too excited, so she organized and put away all the tools she had used the night before.
Then she began to open the chests in the first secret room. These chests were all made of old elm wood. An Moxue started opening the first chest: gold bars, gold bars, gold bars... all the way to the 69th chest, which was full of gold bars.
Her heart was screaming, "Ah, I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! My ancestors are so adorable! My ancestors are so adorable!"
He thought the last box also contained gold bars, but when he opened it, he was slightly surprised: it was the legendary gold nugget! And not just one, but three.
Mom, seventy boxes of gold, each box containing 100 large yellow croakers. She felt it was too much to get excited, a bit too much for her age. "Aren't there enough things in the space? This is only a small part. It's not that big of a deal, not that big of a deal."
While trying to convince himself, he organized these things into the storage room.
Back in the courtyard, she calmed her excited heart. "Big Head is here! Big Head is here!" What could it be? She carefully unwrapped the oil paper from each box, one box, two boxes, three boxes... a total of 80 boxes, all made of sandalwood, uniform in size, finely crafted, and each box was engraved with exquisite patterns. Although the boxes were not large, there were so many of them.
She figured the contents of the box must be very valuable. Suppressing her excitement, she took a deep breath, then another, patted her chest, and prepared to reveal the secret.
The first box was opened, wow!
The second box was opened, and wow!
The third box was opened, ah!
The fourth box is opened, oh!
...
The 50th box is opened, oh.
...
Her mouth didn't close until all the boxes were opened, her eyes wide open. She didn't know what to say. Did they own a mine?
Moreover, there are many mines, otherwise how could there be so many gemstones? They are all rough stones that have undergone preliminary polishing.
Each one of them was exquisite, even top-quality: diamonds, emeralds, chalcedony, citrine, sapphires, alexandrite, beryl, charra, agate, turquoise, rubies, tourmaline, and demantoid garnet.
I finally understand what the nursery rhyme my mom taught me, "Go home for dinner, eat until you become a little fatso," meant. The red clothes, green clothes, yellow clothes, and purple clothes are all gemstones! The purple clothes that can change color, that must be alexandrite!
"I'm so happy! Aren't they amazing? Whose ancestors are these? They're all so incredible! How adorable! Give me a few more stacks!" An Moxue prayed silently. Her poor ancestors kept sneezing, but she didn't know why.
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